The story so far: After having snatched an antique key from a Manhattan meeting, I fled to the Poconos where I attempted to let a room in a house owned by Lambda Polk, an old lady who had a thing for the Confederacy. When Big Boy, her henchman, tried to throw me out of a window, I grabbed her, jerking her headlong to her death. Big Boy booked, I grabbed the key and Mrs. Polk's vintage .45 and headed for the train station. Unfortunately, my taxi driver had a different idea and I ended up at a mysterious mountain retreat.
Monday, August 30, 2010
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